Isabella of Gloucester and Hertford - Marriage

Marriage

Isabella was married on 12 May 1240 to Robert de Brus, 5th Lord of Annandale. Isabella brought to him the village of Ripe, in Sussex. Her husband was a candidate to become King of Scotland, after the death of the young Margaret, Maid of Norway. Her husband did not however succeed; Robert's rival, John Balliol was elected King of Scotland in 1292.

Robert and Isabella had up to six children:

  1. Robert (1243–1304)
  2. William, married Elizabeth de Sully, without issue
  3. Bernard, married firstly Alicia de Clare and married secondly Constance de Morleyn
  4. Richard (died before 26 January 1287)
  5. Isabella (1249 – c. 1284), married (as his first wife) Sir John FitzMarmaduke, Isabel was buried at Easington, county Durham.
  6. Constance (born 1251, date of death unknown), married Sir William Scot de Calverley and had daughter, Clarissa Scot who married Sir John Fairfax

John Balliol's time as King of Scotland did not last long, he died in 1314. Isabella's grandson, Robert the Bruce became King of Scotland. Isabella did not however get to see this day, she died in 1264, aged thirty seven. Her husband married a second time, to Christina de Ireby, this marriage produced no children.

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